Original Contemporary Poetry about the Human Condition

Floods | A Poem by Ananya S. Guha

Despoiled leaves,memory corners lurk;the past in a wish list, as echoesof the wind saunterin cleavages, who knowswhat? Who does or does not?Kills or kills not,suddenly flood watersare stained with red.We write poems while people, flood-driven in a country, lie inan anonymous heap. Who cares or cares not?